*

　May, 43rd year of the imperial calendar--Betil's consciousness drifted into an imaginary world.
　He ruled a small fiefdom in that world.
　The territory is located in a remote area far from the Empire.
　It's a land with little room to develop instead of having no strategic value.
　Because it is such a land, heavy taxes can't be imposed on it.
　We have to take pains to ensure that the people of the territory don't disperse or sell themselves out of their families.
　Of course, they can't be extravagant.
　Bethyl is considered unworthy by the other nobles, but his wife happily mends her husband's clothes, which do not swell.
　They have no children.
　He pets the cat on his lap and treats his lordship kindly, hoping to have an heir soon.
　It's a small but perfect world, and yet I am often ambitious.
　An ambition to control the empire as I see fit.
　Every time I do, I am reminded of it.
　Watching the gentle spring sunshine, watching the lords play in the creek in the summer, the lonely autumn breeze, the snowy winter landscape.
　This gentle world cannot be traded for ambition.
　You smile at the thought.



　The word "vizier" pulled me out of the sweet dream world and back into the salty real world.
　This is not a fiefdom wrapped in kindness, but a conference room in Alfilk Castle.
　In the conference room are Emperor Alfort, Baron Bowties, who has been appointed head of the Finance Department, and Count Burkmeier, who has been appointed head of the Shogun's Office.
　The fact that they were able to sneak into the heart of the empire wasn't because of their achievements.
　Well, unless they were to describe their performance as an achievement.
　Alfort expelled a large number of officials in a little over two weeks and installed his own breathtaking nobles in the vacant positions.
　That includes the corrupt officials that Crono had kicked out to restore security.
　The administrative organs of the Empire have become a den of corrupt officials and their reserves.
　It's barely turning now, but it will eventually fail.
　I don't know if there will be a massive riot or a civil war, but it's certainly not a pleasant future.

'Prime Minister Betil, a prime minister cannot be like that.
I'm sorry.

　He apologized for his calmness, but his mind was disturbed to a thousand pieces.
　It seemed to be a nightmare of poor quality that he was being appointed as the Prime Minister.
　I know I'm not very competent.
　The head of the Kingsguard is a man at best.
　And even then, it's not beyond the realm of mediocrity.
　You'll be able to put such a man in the position of Prime Minister.
　That alone makes you doubt your sanity, and yet he's even been forced to serve as the head of the palace bureau.
　This is already madness.
　It must be much easier to understand the feelings of an insect than it is to understand the feelings of Alfort.

Your Majesty, Your Highness must be tired from the unaccustomed work that has been going on. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, you must be tired of your unaccustomed work and it is your duty as emperor to treat your subordinates with leniency.

　The person who offered help was Count Ralph Libra, who had been appointed to the position of Overseer of the Knights of the Kingsguard and Director of Military Affairs.
　He said in a good-natured tone as he squeezed his ample beard.
　It stinks, to be honest.
　I have a hunch that he has a political agenda for his help.

I'm sure that's true too. Prime Minister Bethyl, be careful from now on.
Yes, thank you, sir.

　Mmm," Emperor Alfort nodded, twitching his nose in a good-natured way.
　He blamed Betil and forgave him because he wanted to blow the emperor's wind.
　I think I've come to understand Emperor Alfort's vessel over the past two years of association.
　In short, he has a strong desire for self-expression and approval.
　I guess he's not too smart to begin with.
　I can tell from his behavior that he has received a good amount of education.
　But he makes the wrong choices.
　He is so intent on doing something admirable and amazing that he can only see the noble constructs.

''Then let's get the meeting started. The security of the imperial capital, which had been improving, is once again in disarray. In order to restore security, we have legalized gambling establishments and used the proceeds to fund soup kitchens and the poorhouse, but it doesn't seem to be working.
That is correct, sir. And if it's not working, I'm afraid we need to devise a different strategy.
But shouldn't we allocate that budget to the local aristocrats affected by the last civil war, or put it in the budgets of the various departments?

　Baron Bawties followed Emperor Alfort, followed by Count Burkmeier.
　Bettyl felt dizzy at the sight.
　The security situation had deteriorated because there were no decent officials left.
　As long as they paid, the sentence was as they wanted it to be, and who was going to follow the law in such a situation?
　What's more, the tone of the two men revealed their intentions to incorporate the gambling hall into their jurisdiction and suck the sweet juice.

''With........trepidation....
"You are excused.

　When Bethyl asked permission to speak, Emperor Alfort nodded hawkishly.

''The gambling house affair was something I ordered the Marquis of Erakis to do. It is true that the security is in disarray, but we should not do anything like that to retract the hand we once extended to our subjects.''
"You don't want Your Highness to interfere in a project of your own initiative?

　Count Blucmeyer asked in a provocative tone.

'To put it bluntly, you are right.
What!　What a rant!
"You are here before you!

　When Bethyl affirmed, Count Burckmeyer and Baron Bowties turned red in the face and exclaimed.

'I have been loyal to His Majesty Alfort since the time of His Majesty Ramal V's collapse, and I have now been appointed to the position of Prime Minister. My words of advice are for the Empire and His Majesty. It is precisely because I am a loyal vassal that I have remonstrations to offer.
Your admonition was well received.

　As I thought, Emperor Alfort nodded his head hawkishly.
　I'm worried that he really understands, but we should play the loyal vassal here.

''As for the gambling den, I'll leave it up to Prime Minister Bettyl. However, if there are no results...''
"Wait for me, Your Majesty.

　Count Ralph Libra interrupts Emperor Alfort's statement.
　This is normally an unacceptable act, but there is no reprimand.

''Count Libra, what is it?''
There's no law that says we can't maintain the status quo and take action at the same time.
What measures are you planning to take?

　'Yes,' said Count Ralph Libra, wringing his beard.

'Why don't you prepare a place for your subjects to work, for example?
'Oh, then I have the perfect place for my estate!

　Baron Bawties clapped his hands together with a pop.
　The best place must be his fiefdom the marble quarry.
　The story of how he sold a family of stone cutters in his estate is well known.

'Then wouldn't it be okay to let him work in Kinza?

　Kinza is home to some of the finest mines in the Empire.

Hmm. Good idea. Then it's arranged that way.
"Your Majesty, the lives of your subjects are at stake in this decision. I ask you to seriously consider this decision.
Well, I'm sure you're aware.

　When Betil advanced, Emperor Alfort looked miffed for a moment, as if he felt criticized.
　You don't understand, Betil bit his lip.
　Mining is so harsh that it's a punishment.
　If you're not good at it, people will die as much as you send them.
　That's not all.
　If we don't set the terms and conditions, what awaits us is a state-sponsored slave trade.
　Bettyl wanted to let his mind drift off into an imaginary world, but it seems he can't.



'Is Tilia not ready?'

　I know how you feel, said Crono, poking his cheekbones in support of his thighs.
　Today, in the presence of Bond and Tina, we are supposed to sign an agreement with Baron Saltym, Baron Bossain and Baron Treis regarding the elimination of tariffs.
　Since Crono's territory borders the three men's territory, Bond and Tina's presence is not originally necessary.
　Nevertheless, the reason for asking them to be present is to instill a sense of camaraderie by bringing them together.
　Eventually we want to completely unify our commercial system, but that's a long way off.
　First, they have to realize that eliminating tariffs will help their pockets if goods and money can flow stagnantly through the system.
　Once that happens, they'll be willing to listen to Crono and the other lords will be interested in him.

''Even so, it's too late. I've got to meet with Sion-san and Baroness Nam Corne today.''

　Crono let out a small sigh.
　Aside from Theon, Nam was the problem.
　That's because she wasn't the head of the Konoe Guard, but rather the representative of the Commercial Union.
　I have a bad feeling about this.
　If I'm honest, I don't want to meet her, but it would be polite to pay the gate, and I don't want to avenge the debt of gratitude I received for saving my life in the imperial capital.

''It's.......too late.

　Is there anything that would help you pass the time?　I look around, but no such thing exists in a room that no one is using.

'You've kept me waiting!'

　Crono looked towards the door and saw Tilia standing there.
　She was wearing a dress instead of her usual military uniform.
　The sleeveless dress is based on black, which accentuates the whiteness of the skin.
　The skirt is made of layers of lace that cover the bottom of the leg.
　It was very carefully made, but this alone did not give the impression of being plain.
　What made up for it was the embroidery.
　Because the dress is based on black, it was embroidered with silver thread.
　It's the same as the original.
　
　If so, I wonder how much effort was spent on it.
　The only thing the amateur chrono knows is that it's an unimaginable amount of work.
　It's not just the clothes that are different from the usual.
　It's also the hairstyle.
　Normally she wears her hair in a ponytail, but today she carefully tied it up.

'You're wearing makeup?'
Occasionally.

　Tilia replied shyly.
　The makeup is not flashy, but it feels glossy.
　Frankly speaking, it's feminine.
　I think this kind of thing is good on occasion.

''What do you think?''

　When Crono walked up to her, Tilia asked shyly.

'You've got great spunk,'
....

　Tilia was silent.
　She looked at Crono like she was looking at a bug.

'For a moment, I thought I was going to hit you?
Should I be flattered?
Nuh-uh-uh.

　Tilia grunted as Crono asked back.

'Alright, praise me.'
You didn't have to worry so much about it.

　'Hmmm,' Crono snorted.

'Don't bother you so much, okay?
That dress looks good on you.
More trouble!

　Tilia easily reversed her previous statement.

''It's so refreshing to see Tilia in a dress!
Fresh is a compliment!
I've been in a bit of a rut lately.
Really?

　Tilia gave him a quizzical look.

'I'm happy with the status quo, but I guess I need some new stimulation.
That's not a rut, is it?
'He's even been able to restrain himself lately, but now that I think about it, I didn't mind the old groove.
Do you really love me?
I love you the way I am.
What do you love about me?
Is that all of it?
...all of it.

　Tilia said happily.
　When I was in military school I thought I was a literate, brilliant, and perfect superhuman before I started talking.
　When I talked to him, I found out that this was not the case.
　The more time we spent together, the more clunky I became.
　But I don't feel bad when I consider that he trusts me and exposes me as I am.
　It's even endearing.

'Well, all of it.'

　Tyria looks happy, after all.

"Princess Tyria, with all due respect.

　A sitter emerges from behind the door.
　The sitter is holding a silver tray.
　On it is a contract.
　It's not paper, but parchment, and the text is in Tilia's handwriting.
　As expected of the royal family, or should I say the royal family, it's a flowing brushstroke that Crono can't imitate even if he stands on his head.

I'm sure you'll be able to find it. Crono, let's go.
Okay.
You better answer me at the same time.

　With that, he turns on his heel.
　Crono is led by Tilia to the conference room.
　A beastman soldier stands in front of the door of the conference room.
　The two soldiers saluted and opened the door.
　Five long tables and podiums were arranged in the conference room so that the two men could form a hexagon.
　Viscount Bond Mae Hamal, Viscount Tina Sheratan, Baron Mesartim, Baron Bossain, and Baron Treis did not mimic walking out, but took their seats.
　As Tilia entered the conference room, she heard a hoarse voice.
　I don't know who let it out, but it seemed to be starting out well.
　Tilia stood at the podium, with Crono and Sitter standing behind her.
　This is an appeal to the fact that Tilia is the architect of the deal on tariff elimination.
　This is because Baron Mesartim, Baron Bossain, and Baron Treis are convinced that Crono's territory has developed thanks to Tilia.
　In signing the contract, they have sent a sitter to explain the details and check the situation, so it's highly reliable information.
　To say I'm worried about where the story went too quickly is an understatement, and that's how I feel about it.
　Rightly thumping, the story went on as if the stagnation we'd been experiencing was a lie.

'Everyone, thank you.'

　I wondered if it was okay to use such language, but there was no change in the expressions of the five of them.
　They seem to accept it as a matter of course rather than saying they don't care.

''In the more than two years since I left the imperial capital I have attempted a number of reforms. In particular, I would say that building an economic alliance has been my most important project.

　Oh, and a voice escapes from the mouths of Baron Mesartim, Baron Bossain, and Baron Treis.
　Apparently, they seem to believe Tilia's story.
　I feel something unreasonable, but if that's going to work, I think it's better to have him remain misunderstood.

'It's been a hard road so far. The building of the port, the building of the free city-states and the pipeline to the Holy Argo Kingdom... all of them have required extraordinary efforts.

　Tilia turned over and shook her shoulders.
　Baron Mesartim, Baron Bossain, and Baron Treis had tears welling up in their eyes.
　All three of them must be imagining Tilia's difficulties.

''I'm sorry, I'm distraught,''

　Tilia wiped her eyes with her fingers.

''I'm glad to see this day. It's all thanks to Mr. Bond and Viscount Sheraton.
No, it was Princess Tyria. And if you ask me, I am at the mercy of someone who can't even come close.
Yes, compared to Mr. Crono, our powers are nothing compared to...

　Bond smiled a troubled smile and Tina shook her head emphatically and humbled herself.

'Hmm, my heart would have been broken if my husband hadn't supported me. I thank you, Crono.

　Tyria turned and gave a small bow.
　It was a modest thanks, but there was a wicked smile on the edge of her mouth.
　Baron Mesartim, Baron Bossain, and Baron Treis wore expressions of disbelief.
　In their common sense, it would be impossible for an upstart new nobleman to take a royal family member as his wife.

''The three of you didn't know Crono very well. Crono is the son of Claude Crawford, the son of Claude Crawford, who was feared as a slaughterer (slaughterer) in the last civil war, but he is also the son of my mother the son of Astraea's guard knight, Elua Freund.

　'Oh,' the three of them exclaimed.

'I see,' they said, 'that you have a reasonable and noble face.
I didn't expect a knight escort's son.
'Then it's no wonder we were able to prevent the invasion of the Holy Argo Kingdom.

　It was a splendid palm strike.
　According to his adoptive father, El'a Frond should be a lowly nobleman as well, but his guard knight seems to be in a different league.

''Mm, I'm glad you understand Crono. The conversation has gone sideways, but let's get to the point.''

　Tilia gave her a look and the sitter stepped out.

'We have prepared four contracts here. One of them is a copy to be left here. The text is word-for-word identical, but I'll have everyone go over it just to be sure. Yes, I've already signed it.

　When the sitter held out the contract, Bond took it and followed the text with his eyes.

'....I have checked. I assure you that the four contracts hanging over the house name are identical in content.

　The sitter took the contract from Bond and held it out to Tina.
　Tina mumbled and read the contents.

'I've read it. I vouch for it in the name of Tina Sheratan.

　The sitter receives the contract from Tina and shows the contract to Baron Saltim, Baron Bossain and Baron Treis.
　Seeing that all three of them are nodding with satisfaction, they seem to be satisfied with it.
　The sitter received the contract and this time handed them one by one.

''Sign.........''

　Tilia urged, and the three of them signed the contract.

'Let's keep the copy as a joint name, Sitter.

　The sitter got the three signatures on the preliminary contract and brought it to Tilia's hand.
　Tilia confirmed his signature and placed the contract on the podium.

'Now we have an agreement on the removal of tariffs and the introduction of the stall system. However, I will have to put a tariff on the paper.

　Tyria's expression was tinged with melancholy.

'I'm sorry, but I started this business of making paper to help my people in need. This is the one thing I cannot give up so easily.''

　'How merciful for the people's grass,' someone muttered.

'But the heart of the Economic Alliance also thinks that's not a good idea. At some point ... for now, that's all I can say, but we'd like to eliminate it.

　The five of them looked surprised, as if they were surprised by the quicksilver.
　Naturally, they had discussed this matter beforehand.
　Even though they led the building of the economic alliance, if only one of them had the privilege, it would lead to discord.
　We hold key positions, so there can be no such thing as an equal relationship, but even if it's a trick, a sense of fairness is important.

Now that the deal is done, I'd be happy to talk to you about our bright future.

　Tyria said in a confident voice.

*

　A flower on the wall ... a term used to describe a person who is out of the conversation circle at a party.
　It seems to have originally been used for a woman standing by the wall at a ball, uninvited by anyone.
　In short, it's bocce.
　Crono had become a bocce, or rather, a wallflower.
　Bond and Tina came to greet me, but after exchanging a couple of words, I headed down to Tilia.
　You're a princess, after all, Crono said, looking at Tilia and the others from a distance.
　They were surrounded by people as if they were in military school.
　Discomfort crept in because of the possessiveness.
　As he was mocking himself for not being a child, the sitter walked up to him.

'.........Master Crono, the door.

　He looked towards the door and saw a slight gap.
　Perhaps he had come to report that Zion was waiting for him.

''Can I leave it to you, Mr. Sitter?''
I'm sorry, sir.

　Crono sneaked out of the conference room.
　Waiting in the hallway was Alyssa.
　She bowed reverently.

'Sir, I'm sorry.'
No, thank you.

　Alyssa gave her a troubled look as she said while unbuttoning the first button of her military uniform.

''Where's Sion-san?''
He's waiting for you in the parlor.
How long?
It's not that long since you were here.

　Alyssa said apologetically.
　Perhaps she came to the reception room as soon as she led Sion to the reception room.

''Well I thought I might be interrupting you.
As I said, you've been very helpful. I'm not very good at this sort of thing, because I'm a shy person.
Well, you must be joking.

　Alyssa let out a giggle and a sneaky laugh, wondering what the fun was.
　I'm not sure if I should explain that I'm not lying.

'I'd be happy to lead the way.'
Nice to meet you.

　Crono is led by Alyssa to the reception room.
　He didn't look back once, but the distance remained constant.
　Alyssa slowed her pace when the reception room came into view and opened her mouth when she had ten meters to go.

'Sir, with all due respect...'
Okay.

　When Crono stopped, Alyssa quickened her pace.
　She opened the door to the reception room and bowed politely.
　She's probably saying something like, "Please wait a moment.
　As Crono walked forward, Alyssa cleared the way.

'Excuse me. I'm sorry I'm late.'
No, no!　I'm just here too soon, that's all!

　As Crono entered the reception room while uttering an apology, Sion stood up from the sofa and waved his hands from side to side.

''........Excuse me....

　Alyssa bowed reverently and closed the door, and Crono sat down on the sofa facing Sion.

''Come in...''
Oh, yes, excuse me.

　As if he didn't understand the meaning of "please", Sion made a scowling expression and then sat down as if he was in a hurry.

''........''
....

　Crono and Theon looked at each other in silence.

'Um, the report,'
Yes, yes, there you go.

　Crono received the report from Sion and looked it over.
　The report described the number of admissions and the number of job placements in the poorhouse.
　The number of admissions remained flat, while the number of job placements increased slightly.
　The latter may need to be tested to see if it is an error.

What has changed?
Mr. Shoura has come to say hello.

　Theon said, folding his hands in prayer.

'Heh~, Shaura.'
He's a good boy, sir.

　I know he's a good kid, but he's just been assigned and he's still a kid.
　I honestly didn't expect him to be that caring, if I'm honest.

''I'm going to go to the pioneer village with you next time. So.........

　Theon mouthed.
　'So you want me to lend you a carriage.

'I don't have a problem with lending you a carriage, is that okay?
What's that?
'Shaura and her friends were sold out, you know.

　Dino....or should I say Dino and his friends...offered up ten children to show that they were contributing to Crono.
　Of course, even they would have a point.
　Crono knew that too, so he didn't force them to take care of the children.
　But that's just our side of the story.

''I don't think Shaura-san holds a grudge, do you?
Is that right?

　That's not as far-fetched as it sounds.

'I think we should meet face to face once we have some closure on our feelings.
Is that about right?
That's just the way it is.

　I feel like it will only be an awkward experience, but Sion seems to have a different opinion.

''Besides, it's Shaura-san's decision.
I respect his wishes, okay?

　Crono let out a small sigh.
　You might call me overprotective, but if I can't get hurt, I guess it's better than that.
　He opened his mouth to say, 'It can't be helped.

'Can I accompany you on your inspection?
That's fine, but why?

　Crono asked, and Sion asked back.

'I thought I'd follow up with you if something went wrong.
....

　Theon gave him a look that suggested he shouldn't be so worried.

'Anything else unusual?'
...Yes.

　Theon covered his mouth with his hand thoughtfully.

*

　After an hour or so of chatting with Theon, there was a tap on the door.
　After a while, the door opened quietly.
　It was Alyssa who opened the door, but a maid wearing an eye patch was waiting behind her.

''Master, my next appointment...''
OK. I'm sorry, but we'll have to continue on with the visit...
'No, I'm the one who's sorry to have stayed so long.

　Sion looked forlorn.
　I'm really sorry for what I've done.
　If this is the case, it might have been better to change the day.
　Chit-chat is not a useless conversation.
　It's a great opportunity to find out how those other than yourself view the territory.
　And she has a penchant for making assumptions, for better or worse.
　The best way to determine if you need to follow up is to meet her in person.
　Theon bowed lightly and got up from the couch.

'I beg your pardon.'
Next time when I visit.

　Yes, Sion bowed her head again and left the parlor, and the door closed quietly.
　A maid wearing an eye patch was talking to him just before it closed, so she would see him off to the door.
　Crono let out a deep sigh and leaned back on the couch.
　After a few moments, there was a tap on the door again.
　The door opened quietly. It was Alyssa who opened the door.

''........Sir, is it alright?''
I'll be fine.

　Crono straightened his residence.
　When Alyssa opened the door, a woman in a priest's uniform............Baroness Nam Korne entered.
　Her childlike smile was impressive, but her eyes, which held an icy light, gave her the impression that she was familiar with Myra and the priestess.
　Crono's instincts are telling him that he's in danger.
　Well, unfortunately, even if he knows it's dangerous, he doesn't have the ability to respond to it.

''Thank you for your help with that section.
''No thanks. As the head of the Kingsguard, I only did what I deserved to do as a priestess in the service of the 'Goddess of Blue and Life'.

　Baroness Nam Corne replied with her hand on her chest.

'And since we're not going to stand around and talk, please sit down. I mean, of course, on the sofa facing you.
Well, that's an interesting thing to say.

　Baroness Nam Corne chuckled and sat down on the couch facing her.

''Alyssa, could you bring me some incense tea?''
I'm sorry, sir.

　Alyssa bowed reverently and closed the door.
　Crono sat down on the couch, thinking that this should prevent him from being attacked.

'Nam Cor........'
You can call me Nam.

　Baroness Nam Corne................Nam smiled and said.

'Namdo.........'
Nam.

　Again, he interrupts his words and says, smiling.
　If it were a man, I would complain about it, but as a woman, I can't say it too strongly.

''Nam-san ... how can I help you?
You can call me by my name if you want.

　This time he didn't interrupt me, but he said it in a sultry tone.

''.........what kind of business do you have?''
I thought we might be able to build a friendship between the leaders of the Kingsguard.

　Crono asked slowly, and Nam spat out a white line.
　It's an irritating attitude.

Who claimed to be a representative of the trade union?
'Oh!　I'm sorry. Since it was a private matter, I asked the commercial association to pass on a message, but there seems to have been some kind of mistake.

　It's more and more deliberate.
　They may want to piss you off or they may have other intentions, but either way, if you take it, you'll be left in control.

Why don't we stop going around for each other's sake?

　'Oh,' said Nam, his eyes widening in surprise.

'You youngsters are impatient, aren't you?'

　I was going to return the lighthearted remark, but it would be taboo to mention my age.
　Even if you're young, you have that much sense.

'You're not as much of a womanizer as they say you are, are you?
Anyone would be wary of an appeal for intimacy when they barely know you.
Then you're going to have to change your mind.

　Nam raised his eyebrows in annoyance.

'So, why do you claim to represent the Commercial Union?'
Because I represent the Commercial Federation.

　Nam said quickly.
　''I heard that Emperor Kai's direct domain is a land of faith in the 'Goddess of Blue and Life', but I don't think that's the only reason.

''The Commander of the Kingsguard?''
''I should say that the Priestess of the 'Goddess of Blue and Life' Because the information the Priestess brings is important to everyone in the Commercial Union.

　'To the extent that you'd fess me up as a representative,' smiled Nam.

'Really?'
'Master Crono you don't mind if I call you by your name too, do you? Yes, what do you think, Master Crono?
I think I took advantage of my position.

　Nam is the divine mastermind of The Goddess of Blue and Life.
　Even if the weather itself is unpredictable, he must know if the sea will be rough.
　If you take advantage of that, it doesn't seem to be difficult to get a representative position.
　The only reason why a merchant with a good eye for interest didn't try to monopolize it was because he knew she was no one's business.
　In fact, she must have been a fair representative.
　So she was deceived, dependent and blindly trusting.

'Well, well, you're not a good listener. I wasn't like this in the beginning either, you know?
What do you mean?
No one can be a little girl.

　Nam chuckled.

'What do you want?'
'I am at peace with my daughter. I would have given her to an influential nobleman if I could, but it's very difficult to read the tides nowadays.

　You say you have no choice but to do the work of a representative.

What about representing a commercial association?
"I would like to bite the dust and trade with the Holy Argo Kingdom.
...I see.

　It's a predictable offer.

'You can use the harbour and land if you can pay me. But that's the least I can do, right?
Why is that?
It's because we don't give any other Chamber of Commerce the benefit of the doubt.

　I've created a situation where we can trade, but I haven't done anything more than that.

'It's just that this doesn't benefit me.
Isn't the harbor and land use fee enough of a benefit?
I'm having a hard time with this, too.　You're a little too much of a worm to come after that and make me bite one for money, aren't you?

　Nam raised his eyebrows in annoyance.
　It's an act out of ten.
　If you think that your business partner will do as you wish, you should quit representing the Commercial Union.

''I don't like to play games, so give me all you can give me. Oh, I don't need your daughter.
You can't give up your daughter.

　Nam said in a low, stifled tone of voice.
　His smile peeled away, revealing his demonic form.

'I beg your pardon,'

　Nam's smile quickly returned.

'How about a craftsman?'
Are you sure you want to let him go?
Well I hope you'll take it as a sign of good faith.
Okay.

　I am grateful for this offer.
　Until now, we have put a lot of effort into developing technology, but we haven't focused on increasing the number of craftsmen.
　No, I should probably say that I didn't have the strength.
　With the exception of Baron Bowties, there are rarely lords who let go of their craftsmen.
　Even more so when it comes to a skilled craftsman.
　Crono didn't have the power to invite or draw out skilled craftsmen.
　If he could invite a large number of artisans, he could further develop the territory, but since it was too good to be true, he became wary.

''But would a skilled craftsman be willing to abandon everything he's cultivated so far to come to my territory?''
I'm fine.

　Nam's tone is firm.
　He seems confident that he can gather at least a good number of people.
　On the contrary, the artisans of Count Kai's territory have a reason to want to go to a new place, even if it means abandoning their previous careers.

''Well then, how about we talk about it in a positive way?
I don't mind.

　Nam smiled softly.

'Personally, I'd like to make a quick decision, but to get as many craftsmen to come as possible, I'd have to think about conditions ... if they come, I'd have to think about not taking taxes for a year, or freeing up the land lease.'
A lot of people's futures depend on this story. I'm sure the discussion will clear up any misconceptions about me.

　Crono held out his hand, and Nam squeezed it back gently.

*

Oh, shh, shh, shh.

　Crono groggily leaned back on the couch.
　Nam left the room quickly after that, but it was tiring to see people in a row.

''Shall I leave the economic alliance to Tilia?

　Honestly, I don't feel like seeing anyone.
　I just want to keep lounging around.
　As I was thinking about this, there was a modest tap on the door.

''Come in~''
Excuse me.

　It was Alyssa who opened the door.

'May I have some incense tea, please?'

　Alyssa chuckles and pushes the wagon with the tea set on it to enter the room.
　She poured the incense tea into a cup and placed it on the table on her knees.

'Sir, thank you for your time,'
Thank you.

　Crono picked up the cup and sipped the incense tea.
　Then a nice spicy and sour taste spread in his mouth.

'Is it like ginger and lemon added to it?'
There are other blends in the mix as well.

　Hmmm, Crono drank half of the incense tea and put the cup on the table.

''I'm very sorry that you're tired.
Who's there again?
I'm sorry.

　Crono asked, and Alyssa nodded apologetically.

'Yeah, sorry. That was a bit harsh.'
No, if you'd like, I can tell them to reschedule it for another day?
No, I'll meet you.

　Crono sat up.
　The fact that he had come all the way to report, meant that he had to be judged.

'So who's here?'
Her name is Nia.

　'I don't know the name,' said Crono, tilting his head.

'What else?'
You just have to say Night Ranger.
Oh, you're that traveling entertainer.

　I feel like I don't have to meet them - I feel like I'm getting miffed.
　To be honest, my liking for that troupe is negative.
　It's hard to forgive him for cracking the Night Ranger and attacking me with a dagger alone, but I can't seem to forgive him for naming a support character with an even more prickly personality as Crono.

'Sir?'
No, I'll see you. I said I would.

　Alyssa left the room as Crono leaned limply against the couch.

*

　Too easy to understand was my impression of meeting the evil female executive, aka Niall, again.
　Her makeup was heavy and her dress was revealing.
　You can feel the tragic determination to take advantage of the opportunity, even if it means using a woman's weapon.

''Marquis Erakis, I am honored that you remember a lowly person like me.
Well, sit down and don't sit next to me.

　As if I should have rammed in loudly, Niall sat down next to Crono and pressed his chest against his chest with a giggle.

'So, what do you want?'
Actually I'm here to ask you to become a patron of the troupe. Our previous patrons have been, well, hidden from view.
Of course you do.

　The patrons of the troupe were from the Military Service Bureau or a similar department they were subordinates of Prime Minister Alcor.
　They were doing law-abiding work from the beginning.
　If their bosses were to lose their jobs, they would throw out the agents and tonsure them.

''Well!　I admire the astuteness of the Marquis of Erakis!
My right eye is Batten, though.

　The support character's right eye was an X.

'Please don't be so mean-spirited!　If there was any disrespect, I apologize until you forgive me!

　What kind of characterization is this?　And Crono looked up at the ceiling.

'Life, is it hard?'
It's not easy to make a living at your art. If we don't, we'll all end up selling ourselves.

　Hmmm, Crono said.
　It looks like they don't stay at an inn at this rate, but sleep in a carriage.

''Oh, my territory prohibits street prostitution,''
And of course I won't give you a free pass!
You're allowed to do what you want with your body.
From nobles to whores to knights, in any situation you like...
I guess we're not too late.

　Why, I wonder, is it me?
　Well, Ignis wouldn't hire an imperial agent, and Leonhard and Rio, the prestigious nobles, would be difficult to even meet.
　The truth is that Crono was the only one left by the process of elimination.
　Or maybe they thought it was easy to give you a hand.

''It's hard to hire someone if they don't contribute to my... or rather, my territory, actually.
"My lord, isn't it?
'Good government, my lord, you know. If I'm going to do this, I want something more than the provision of entertainment.

　Crono leaned back against the armrest of the couch and let out a small breath.
　Niall's eyes were busy moving around.
　If he didn't show a real benefit here, he would lose his chance.
　The feeling seemed to be palpable.

''I guess what I'm thinking about right now is educating the Lords?　Through the play, we're trying to educate people about working hard and taking care of their parents.
'I don't have a script, but I can do that... not that I can do that, I can do that.'

　Niall leaned forward.

'Well, I guess this is the right way to use the Night Ranger.

　Crono muttered sincerely.

*

'I'm tired!

　Crono let out a grand sigh and plopped down on the dining room table.
　The time was dinner time.
　If I had arranged lodging for the Naiya troupe and lent them a picture book as a reference, it would be this time.

'You're sloppy,'
Because I'm tired.

　I look up and protest, but Tilia is gracefully tilting her cup in her seat face-to-face.
　She must have been talking all the time, but there's no sign of fatigue.
　By the way, she's in her usual military uniform now.
　I would have liked to see her in a dress a little more, but when I say relieved, I mean relieved.

'But, well, I guess that's a wrap-up.
Yeah, I feel a weight off my shoulders.

　Tilia nodded hawkishly.

'By the way, how's the cavalry expansion going?
What's going on?
It's cold this year.

　Tilia put her cup down on the table and crossed her arms.

'So?'
'Maybe the price of crops will skyrocket like the price of marble has skyrocketed, no, it will. I can see it.

　He sounds like a marketeer, but I can't help but laugh at him.

''With Prime Minister Alcor's disqualification,''
That's right.

　Tilia nodded her head as if to say my intentions.
　Apparently, her adoptive father had consulted with Vizier Alcor to decide when to sell them in order to stabilize the price of the crop.

'I can see it, I can see it. I can see an official who stoutly orders you to hand over your crops and my father-in-law who resolutely refuses to do so... it looks like it's really possible.
My dad would bend his navel for sure.

　Even if the roads are blocked off, with the rock salt of the Areos Mountains, we won't be afraid of salt shortages.

Please don't let Dad get a temper tantrum.
Yeah, totally.

　Crono and Tilia folded their hands and prayed to God.

'Back to the topic at hand, what does high crop prices have to do with the expansion of the cavalry?
I thought I'd send out a message that if the price of the crop starts to go up, you'll refrain from redeeming it.
Do you think he'll listen to me?
All that matters is the fact that I told you.

　If he listens to me, that's fine, and if he doesn't listen and hurts me, he's going to help me and repay me.

Should we prepare now?
I'll have to wait and see what happens.

　It would certainly be useless if we didn't buy all the crops and have a bad crop.

'I'll try to talk to Mr. Theon as much as I can.
Mm, that's a good one.

　Tilia nodded hawkishly.

'So much for business!　It's time to eat!

　A booming voice echoed through the dining room.
　I looked next to him and saw that Eril had taken a seat before I knew it.

'You've been sitting near Crono a lot lately, haven't you?
It's just my imagination.

　Eril replies to Tyria in the same tone of voice as usual.
　The air is somewhat subtle.
　The maids arrange the food on the table as if they don't notice it.
　Today's menu consisted of bread, vegetable soup, salted white fish and salad.

'Itadakimasu,'

　Eril reached for the salted whitefish.
　She cut it up with a knife and fork and opened her mouth wide to chew on it.

''It's ... thin.''
'Crono-sama looks tired, you know. I made it light for your health. Did you like it strong?
...the landlady's food is delicious, even if it's light.
That's very nice of you to say.

　The landlady rubbed her nose in embarrassment as Eril said with a happy expression on her face.

''Would you like some ...?''
Impossible!

　Tyria's eyes widened in astonishment as Eril held out the white fish to Crono.

''Well that's very rude.''
'You're a picky eater and you're sharing your food with others. No way...

　Tilia glares at Crono with a guileless stare.

''It's not like ... what Princess Tyria is thinking.
Really?

　Tilia made a quizzical expression.

''Well you don't believe in Crono-sama, that's why you're saying that kind of line. Even if you were to self-identify as a wife, you should believe your husband.''
Yeah, yeah.

　Tyria was happy to be referred to as his wife, but she lost her chemistry.
　She didn't seem to notice that he called her Crono instead of Marquis of Erakis.
　As usual, Eryl still had a mushy expression on his face, but he seemed to be sneering at Crono.

'Eryll should eat.
....

　Eril nodded silently and deliciously munched on the salt-grilled white fish.

*

I think I'm going to fall asleep as soon as I take a bath.

　I might fall asleep while waiting for my turn, Crono said, biting off a missing piece and heading to his room.
　When he opened the door to his room, the bespectacled woman - Neige's second-in-command - was waiting for him, propped up on one knee.

''Marquis Erakis, we've been expecting you.
Why?
What?

　Muttering to herself, Neige's second-in-command tilted her head in wonder.
　

''Why are you here?''
I have a very special favor to ask you. To tell you the truth...

　

''Well maybe not the Imperial City.
I think so, too.

　Putting amateurs in top and middle management positions is a nightmare.

So what's your request?
"We ask that you accept our people. Not all of them. It could be any part of the younger generation.
The younger generation?
''This is the generation that was born after Master Neige destroyed the Arm of Death. Naturally, I am part of the younger generation.

　Apparently, Neige's second-in-command was as old as he looked.

'You want me to accept it, but what can I do?'
I'm sure it will take some education, but I hope it will help with paperwork and tax collection.
You're an assassin.
I'm trained as an assassin, but most of us aren't. And of those who have been trained, none have any real combat experience.

The Neige's second-in-command answered after a pause when he asked.

'What about the older generation?'
"...since they have established themselves in the Empire in their own right.

　Surely it would be a problem if those who are or were in a reasonable position were suddenly gone.

'Well, I can accept a dozen or so,'
Thank you.

　Neige's second-in-command hung her head as she poked her knee in the air.

'Hypothetically, would it be okay if I assigned some of them to teachers?
His character and abilities are in good order.
Good.

　Crono patted his chest.
　It's almost time for the first term students to graduate.
　The teachers are essential in dealing with the second term, as well as spreading the word about the school system.

''They won't suddenly disappear when the situation settles down, will they?
Yes, of course.

　Neige's second-in-command gave a small nod.

''Well then,''

　Then he stands up.
　I watched in anticipation to see if she was going to jump out of the window or disappear in an instant, but she was going to scrape past Crono's side, as it happened.

'Crono chop!'
Huh!

　He thought he was going to avoid it, but the sword hit him in the brain.

''What are you doing?''
If you're an assassin, avoid it.
....

　She grunted in frustration.

'Why did you hit me?'
I was hoping to see how you'd be gone, so I had to chop.

　She let out a sigh, as if she were dismayed.

'I understand.'

　The next second I let out a sigh, the air swelled up.
　A shock ran through his right arm, and the imprint appeared for a moment.
　I stared at my right arm, and when I looked up, there was no one there.

''Well I guess you could call it a thousand guests.''

　Crono laughed, though he had plans for more visitors after this.